I've always loved libraries, & bookstores new and used.
I've read books by the dozen (and that's just before noon)!
None of that's changed, but I find myself reading
more books that rhyme, or feature animals speaking.
The books I now read have sturdy pages,
and bright illustrations with a few simple phrases.
Why have things changed? I've not lost my mind;
but now a small toddler takes all of my time.
This poem could go on with wishful thinking
of curling up with a novel and slowly drinking
a mug of hot coffe; but alas I must go.
My boy wants to read about a hippo.
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